“Don’t you think it would be wonderful to get rid of everything and just go some place where you don’t know a soul?” ―Haruki Murakami
The way the sun felt on my skin, the soft breeze in my hair, the way your skin touched mine gently. The view of that magical island in front of me, the deep blue ocean crashing beneath me. The feeling among it all that despite the chaos in the world, beauty exists where you choose to see it, when you choose to acknowledge it, and it stays in you, however long you want it to.
(via susurrations)
It’s funny how something so large and destructing can still be so beautiful.
(Source: sleep-like-wolves)
The morning after…
How do you pursue truth in a world where truth is lost? I find truth in the lyrics of a song, in a novel, in nature, alone, in moments with those that I love. Then as the night turns to morning, I fear the truth will slip away. The world takes it. The morning gets to it. It is only in the strong-willed that it can prosper. But never easily. For it is rare for us to not only see the truth but to live it. I find myself trying to convince and sell the beauty of this forgotten life. Where has it gone? Will it ever win?
An average human looks without seeing, listens without hearing, touches without feeling, eats without tasting, moves without awareness and talks without thinking.
Isn’t she the sweetest?
(Source: beginnagain, via jamgal)
“One day you’ll be old and decrepit and you’ll be saying I, either, wish i had or I’m glad I did.”
I’m glad I did. This place, these people, and this experience will be with me forever and every single day I will dream of the day that I finally return.
I sometimes think I was born into the wrong life. This crazy, loud, everything bigger, everything better society I find myself so often trying to escape.
I would love to become a wandering gypsy, free of everything that bounds me here; money, expectation, society’s greed, that damn urge to always want more. Why? Why do we always want what we cannot have? Why do we want the newest, fastest, greatest whatever it is that we see again and again on square boxes we sit staring at hour after hour? The sound that booms to us from the radio of our fast, shiny cars; that society tells us if we have, will make our lives easier, make us more attractive, make us happier… make us what? Robots that can no longer think for ourselves? All we see is the biased view from the news, the stories that are censored and edited and changed completely from the original content, until we react exactly how they want us to. I do what I want.
These cities that we build our civilizations around aren’t constant. The only thing that’s constant is change, and with that comes a time when our civilzation must one day check out of this place, like we once upon a time checked into. I’ve walked through the Angkor ruins in which over a thousand years ago was the wealthiest and most powerful empire in all of Southeast Asia and now lies in a pile of rubble in one of the poorest countries in the world. I imagined how life was back then, trying to find the point that distinguishes now from then. Somewhere along the way that daunting voice questions “how long will it be before people are walking on our ruins?”
We claim that technology has advanced our view of the world around us but I beg to differ. If we really understood and grasped what else is out there, maybe we’d be more content with our own lives and appreciate all that we do have.
It’s a lesson I live over and over, to each place I travel and each friend I meet.
I wish to have nothing, live in freedom, knowing that all that I have is my memories and experiences and the bonds I’ve formed with people over the years. I wish to merely learn, love and dance in the rain and live happily ever after in my wonderful, dreamy bohemian life. I want nothing more than to feel my soul pressing against the inside of my skin, prickling out through my fingertips, reminding me that I am alive.
Got this little guy smack dab on my sternum. If he looks familiar, it’s because he’s the same one that I designed for my portfolio. I’m currently working with the tattoo artist on a concept I have for a sleeve and I’m super stoked about it… it will be the most personal and the most artistic one yet. More to come…
